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May 2014 · 460
Michael.
Eryca May 2014
I hate you,
I hate it that I miss you,
I hate it that I don't wanna see you,
I hate it that I want to,
I want to scream when I see that your happy,
maybe its because to wreaked me,
I get sick to my stomach when someone talks about you,
Maybe its because I still love you,


I hate you,
I really do,
I want you out of my head,
I don't even talk to any of your friends,
I'm afraid they will tell me about you,
I don't want to know.

I hate you,
because you stole me from being happy,
How can I love again with out being hurt?
controlled?
rejected?
dismissed?

I hate you,
because maybe if I say it enough Ill finally stop being afraid when I see your
car model drive down the road,
maybe Ill let you go,
and move on to someone better instead of waiting around hoping you'll come around.

I hate you for what you did,
what you said,
and how you controlled me,
I feel incomplete,
but thats just what you wanted.

I hate you,
and I'm fighting the urge to call you everyday,
I hate you because I'm so in love with you and I don't want to be.

I hate you,
I'm afraid,
afraid you'll come back and take from me again,
take everything I'll ever have with out you.
Apr 2014 · 393
you left, Im gone.
Eryca Apr 2014
no words tonight,

my heart is heavy from the fight,

I tried so hard to hold you tight,

but you flew away and took off in flight.

there was nothing I could do in sight,

so I let you go that frightful night,

I said good bye the last time I could that night,

go away now and don't ever come back into my sight,

my heart has taken off and taken flight,

there is nothing to hold on to; nothing bound up tight,

I have nothing more to give and none left in me to fight,

so I guess this is goodbye finally; Goodnight.
my boyfriend just broke up with me not long ago, he sent me a message tonight and this poem just came to me.
Oct 2013 · 533
The way we see ourselves.
Eryca Oct 2013
If you knew the way I thought about you, I think you would blush.

I think for a moment you would stare at me in wonder and think to yourself
"what?! how do you of all people think that way about me?"

If you knew what I were thinking about you, I think you would be kinda speechless.

That for a few minutes you wouldn't know what to say or what to do you would just sit there like a rock; cause I think if you knew the way I thought about you, your whole world would change, not for the rest of us just you inside your head.

Maybe you would decide to smile more,
or maybe you would choose to open the windows as you drove down the street; because what I think of you isn't really that important,
but what you believe about yourself is more important.

so for a moment if I could get you to hear my thoughts about you,
if for a moment you could crawl into my head
and see what I see, you would be proud of yourself; you would be amazed at yourself; and you would probably laugh a little too.

you see if you could know what I think about you,
you really wouldn't have to wonder about me anymore;
cause you would know my heart.

If I could play my mind out like a song or a recording;
first, I think people would be offended, but I know you wouldn't because
I know you would keep that recording because you feel the same way.
So really you know the way I think about you, because you think that way about me.

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